paper is still my canvas
but i don't use any tools,
i don't use any colour,
i simply describe to fools.
i describe the reflections
of the birds in the sky.
i describe the depth
of the blue in your eye.
i use adjectives and pronouns;
conjunctions and verbs.
i'm like a street artist,
but my colours are my words.
i don't play any instruments
i don't sing very well.
i don't know how people feel
my hair doesn't work with gel.
i'm not an avid gamer,
i can barely cook rice,
But poetry is like talking
with just a little bit of spice.
i envy those who can draw well,
i wouldn't know where to start.
But books became my colours
and the words are now my art.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Grade 12
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